An Eagle in your Mind‘s Miraculous Weapons conjures kaleidoscope visions of weathered, flickering found-footage. A wide array of colors, albeit slightly sun-faded; a hand-woven tapestry draped over a rusty 1965 Ford F100. Smoke signals and embers from the night previous; cold hands from making snowballs. Archival footage of a slightly-snowy mountain pass viewed through the open window of a car as it weaves through; seeing your breath in the sun as you sing along.

AEM, based out of France but from many places (Morocco, Albania, Austrian Alps, Germany to name a few), is the true definition of what I’ll label as patchwork music. It is how AEM stands out with their faultless peppering of multi-instrumentalization throughout Miraculous Weapons: sintir/guembri, dreadnought guitar, banjo, Berber or Brazilian percussion, drum machine, Indian harmonium, synthesizers, water, wind, and flapping wings? — admittedly, there’s a few I can’t even put my finger on. Everything comes together to create a pulse from one song into the next; the waves of sound licking the hull of your canoe as you float through the soundscape.

There’s a true sense of freedom present on Miraculous Weapons — your brain coupling with AEM‘s primitive neural network and your mind musically fueled and reeling toward the global horizon. With each listen of the album you will feel compelled to go on an excursion, further and deeper each time, merely with this album as your light.